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Chapter 12
The last remints of an S-rank criminal disappeared from his appearance. I watched him curiously as he help up a long finger giving me the universal gesture to wait for just one moment. With the same hand he dug into his cloak producing a small lump of clay. He turned around back facing me. I know my first reaction to this situation should have been fear because well I had no idea what he was doing. But fear was not my initial reaction instead I was greatly intrigued and found myself leaning in toward him trying to get a peak over his broad shoulders. No matter how far I leaned in I couldn't get a clear view because his high pony tail was blocking my line of sight. I huffed a sigh and sat back to patiently wait.
After a minute or two of comfortable silence he turned back around. In his large square hands he delicately cupped a small sculpture. It was a single dandelion. He scooted his body closer to me elongating his reach cradling the sculpture with a gentleness one does not expect from an S-rank criminal. He was offering me a gift.
Something tanged my conscience. I knew that if I accepted his gift it'd be like a small betrayal against Konoha. But I already knew that I didn't care. No one had ever made me a gift. Back in Konoha I was the forgettable plain girl with the infortune of being placed on the same team of two prodigies. My arms began to reach out bonded hands mirroring Deidara's stance. I realized that with this act Deidara was trying to prove something. That he cared about me. He had showed that he cared about me more in a few hours than Neji had in several years. He cared about me without sprouting a lecture on youth.
I felt the weight of the betrayal slowly being lowered into my hands. I found that it wasn't that heavy. I looked back up soon enough to watch him let out a sigh and have his demeanor visibly relax. I offered him a grateful smile palming my first lovely gift.
Deidara leaned back against the wall took a deep breath and resumed his conversation about art.